Lukas Lightbringer
| ______________________________ | ____________________ | ________________________________________________________ Height: 187 cm Weight: 86 kg Name: Lukas/Lyanna Lightbringer Gender: bigender Age: 25 Sexuality: Attracted to males Nationality:Norwegian Faction:- Blood type: A Birthday: 09.12.1997 Western Zodiac: Virgo Eastern Zodiac: Ox |
Lukas Lightbringer has Scandinavian fair skin, and blue eyes. Raven black hair, and handsome features. He’s athletic and lean.
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Noble Arm Name & Appearance: Lukas’ Noble Arm is a razor sharp marble finger knife that glimmers faintly like labradorite. It comes with a black harness type of sheath that can manifest anywhere on his body, like his torso, legs and arms, making it a friend to its cause, namely discretion. Lukas named it Marble.
Noble Arm Rank: B(S)
Power: B
Speed: B
Range: D
Persistence: B
Precision: B
Potential: C(S- Condition to be met: Necessity+desperation, with some alignment with his theme)
Speed: B
Range: D
Persistence: B
Precision: B
Potential: C(S- Condition to be met: Necessity+desperation, with some alignment with his theme)
Noble Arm Type: Adaptable mysticism. Psychic. Metamorphosis.
Abilities
Abilities that require touch:
Enhancement: Lukas can momentarily(a duration of 15 min ish?)enhance his and others’ strength and speed. Can do this several times.
Tactile telepathy: With undisturbed touch and target failing mental resistance, Lukas can cipher through a person’s memories.
Range of 50 meters abilities:
Illusions: The ability to make others see or experience things as real. Basically, Lukas’ psychic energy forms an imagined appearance on the surrounding surface, that will challenge the target/s psyche through their senses, f eks sight, taste, smell, hearing, touch.
Awareness of baleful intentions: This means simple mischievous pranks up to sinister scheming or actions.
Close range abilities:
Hypnosis: Lukas can attempt momentary control of another person through undisturbed eye contact. He can also simply leave a command behind. The victim’s mental resilience, Lukas’ concentration, length of eye contact, and setting they are in, contributes. Lukas needs more time with his target the more he asks of it.
Others:
Kinetic energy: Create barriers and projectiles with kinetic energy.
Bodymorph: Alter his body shape or form. Depending on the amount of change it takes more or less time. Changing to another humanoid takes about 30 seconds.
Highly perceptive and deceptive.
Polyglot
Behavior Analyst
Knowledgeable about human anatomy, and first aid
Musical
Breaking into places or things. Or brains, lololol.
Hacking
Acrobatic
Swimming, and holding his breath for 5 min
Improvising weapons
Wielding barrots, handguns, knives and snipers.
Close combat: Aikido, Tae Kwon Do, Hapkido and Krav Maga.
Pool
Dart
Card Games
Pranks.
Polyglot
Behavior Analyst
Knowledgeable about human anatomy, and first aid
Musical
Breaking into places or things. Or brains, lololol.
Hacking
Acrobatic
Swimming, and holding his breath for 5 min
Improvising weapons
Wielding barrots, handguns, knives and snipers.
Close combat: Aikido, Tae Kwon Do, Hapkido and Krav Maga.
Pool
Dart
Card Games
Pranks.
Personality:
Composed, brave, and cunning. Thoughtful, witty, and friendly. Prideful.
Likes:
Playing games with friends. Partying. Hugs. A good hair gel. His Noble Arm. A hot aromabath. The children’s show: Inspector gadget. Peach fruit.
Dislikes:
Dry alcohol. Raisins. Being underestimated. Reality shows. Smugness.
Fears:
Locked in sterile isolation rooms. Being robbed of his senses.
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Bio:
Lukas was abducted from a bad neighborhood at age 13, as one of many children meant to manifest their Noble Arms for the service of their kidnappers.
After being groomed into settling at the new “training center”, and threatened into cooperating, Lukas did not complain. He had regular meals, better housing, and ambitious schooling. With inspirational, however mean, superiors, and a few close friends, however different, Lukas was close to thriving. He endured three years of increasingly harsh treatment, as he failed to manifest his NA again and again. It was not until someone else, with the same interests, infiltrated the facility. They proved far worse, but they made Lukas develop his NA right away. Upon arrival, they already pushed Lukas into a decision of saving himself by murdering his two closest friends.
On their way out, Lukas was given an underlying message to murder his new commander. Confused and frightened about why, and why they took him forcefully even though he had surrendered his service to them, Lukas finally understood. As there were cameras in the exit wing, he, for some reason, needed to make it look like he was still loyal to the training center that had first kidnapped him. Shocked at the faith the new commander had in him, and terrified of why he risked his life, Lukas was both sad and relieved after murdering him. The sixteen year old could only hope his new faction would approve of his actions. Leaving the corpses behind after a small panic attack, Lukas considered his option of complete freedom. What if he just ran, and didn’t abide by any of their wishes? Terrified of who or what would come next however, Lukas carefully continued down the hallways with the stolen handgun.
He’d moved faster than he’d ever thought he could. He’d sliced his friends’ throats in cold blood, with a small knife that had appeared out of nowhere, at the moment he had made the terrible decision. “The last one standing comes with us,” they’d been told. For some reason Lukas knew they would not change their minds about setting the unarmed teens up against each other, so Lukas took it upon himself to make the swift decision, for them, and himself. It surprised Lukas when he realized he’d just developed his NA, a small shiny black finger knife, when on standby resting in a hidden sheath under his clothes. Fear of the new commander’s intentions made it vanish, but when discreetly told to fight the mercenaries, it manifested again, however secretly, so Lukas could focus on wringing free before using the men’s weight and weapons against them. After slipping out of their grips, and grabbing a gun before falling with his back to the floor, Lukas shot them one by one.
The fatherly smile of encouragement haunted Lukas’ mind as he looked out for more mercenaries. He had shot the commander twice because of it. Once with obedience, and lastly with horror.
Lukas realized he could further lean on his ability to deceive. He tricked the next enemies into thinking the infiltration had failed, and used his state of shock to make them underestimate him. He shot them, and moved on after dropping the guns on their corpses. What more could he do? He wondered. It seemed it came to him as he went on. Something was stirring. He started to feel unstoppable. What more could he do?
The next men who came running were guards from the facility, who knew Lukas as a student. They had managed to come to his aid. Lukas used their concern to his advantage, and as a seemingly lost and frightened student, he started leading them towards the gym, where his first murders had happened. He noticed their knives tucked nicely against their hips while walking between them. Finding the opportunity too easy, Lukas easily grabbed them, and stuck them deep into each soldier’s side. Their groans did not bother him. It had started to become music to his ears. He smiled with an ominous feeling of power, and sliced their bellies open before watching them fall to the floor before him.
In a state of madness Lukas dropped the knives and chuckled erratically out of breath. He can’t recall much after that, only vague memories of shots being fired at him once outside in the dark, and that lifting his arms blocked bullets by forming an invisible shield. He remembers confusion when looking up, noticing he was unharmed, except for a shot to his left arm. The excessive use of his newly manifested Noble Arm made him pass out from exhaustion. Vague memories of people scrambling to take him away carries into flashes of street lights, and the inside of a makeshift ambulance.
What followed was indeed ten times, if not more, worse. For three more years he was interrogated, experimented on, groomed, brainwashed and tortured, in between honest attempts at honing his NA powers. He cooperated as much as his personal agenda allowed him. His personal agenda was simply to keep anything he could, to himself. Anything at all. He played around with half truths to hone his deceiving ability, which seemed to please his new commander. The two formed a complicated bond, as none lowered their guard, while also finding a twisted form of familiarity in each other. He was forced to call him “Dad”, “Father,” or “Sir”. The terrifyingly cunning man was there to make sure Lukas was well trained, content, and within their grasp, under their control. Lukas grew bitter and resentful, yet strived for the small amounts of approval he could only get from his “Father.”
It was at 19 years old Lukas settled with and accepted he was to be a weapon. An agent. A spy. Assassin. Tool. Following orders was his reason to live. He got so used to surviving the game that he stopped caring whether it was for bad or good. He went on undercover missions that lasted for weeks, months and one time, almost a year. He was celebrated to the point of jealousy from his peers. No one of them truly liked Lukas. He was more alone than ever, and material goods stopped pleasing him. At age 22 he was sent on his biggest mission yet. It was a long term mole operation, where Lukas was meant to be a spy for the enemy. Double agency. Lukas never got any real friends because of this, which worked for both sides.
Now Lukas Lightbringer is only waiting for a signal. A message. The 25 year old internally hopes to be free one day, or to have someone nicer to be his superior.
Lukas was abducted from a bad neighborhood at age 13, as one of many children meant to manifest their Noble Arms for the service of their kidnappers.
After being groomed into settling at the new “training center”, and threatened into cooperating, Lukas did not complain. He had regular meals, better housing, and ambitious schooling. With inspirational, however mean, superiors, and a few close friends, however different, Lukas was close to thriving. He endured three years of increasingly harsh treatment, as he failed to manifest his NA again and again. It was not until someone else, with the same interests, infiltrated the facility. They proved far worse, but they made Lukas develop his NA right away. Upon arrival, they already pushed Lukas into a decision of saving himself by murdering his two closest friends.
On their way out, Lukas was given an underlying message to murder his new commander. Confused and frightened about why, and why they took him forcefully even though he had surrendered his service to them, Lukas finally understood. As there were cameras in the exit wing, he, for some reason, needed to make it look like he was still loyal to the training center that had first kidnapped him. Shocked at the faith the new commander had in him, and terrified of why he risked his life, Lukas was both sad and relieved after murdering him. The sixteen year old could only hope his new faction would approve of his actions. Leaving the corpses behind after a small panic attack, Lukas considered his option of complete freedom. What if he just ran, and didn’t abide by any of their wishes? Terrified of who or what would come next however, Lukas carefully continued down the hallways with the stolen handgun.
He’d moved faster than he’d ever thought he could. He’d sliced his friends’ throats in cold blood, with a small knife that had appeared out of nowhere, at the moment he had made the terrible decision. “The last one standing comes with us,” they’d been told. For some reason Lukas knew they would not change their minds about setting the unarmed teens up against each other, so Lukas took it upon himself to make the swift decision, for them, and himself. It surprised Lukas when he realized he’d just developed his NA, a small shiny black finger knife, when on standby resting in a hidden sheath under his clothes. Fear of the new commander’s intentions made it vanish, but when discreetly told to fight the mercenaries, it manifested again, however secretly, so Lukas could focus on wringing free before using the men’s weight and weapons against them. After slipping out of their grips, and grabbing a gun before falling with his back to the floor, Lukas shot them one by one.
The fatherly smile of encouragement haunted Lukas’ mind as he looked out for more mercenaries. He had shot the commander twice because of it. Once with obedience, and lastly with horror.
Lukas realized he could further lean on his ability to deceive. He tricked the next enemies into thinking the infiltration had failed, and used his state of shock to make them underestimate him. He shot them, and moved on after dropping the guns on their corpses. What more could he do? He wondered. It seemed it came to him as he went on. Something was stirring. He started to feel unstoppable. What more could he do?
The next men who came running were guards from the facility, who knew Lukas as a student. They had managed to come to his aid. Lukas used their concern to his advantage, and as a seemingly lost and frightened student, he started leading them towards the gym, where his first murders had happened. He noticed their knives tucked nicely against their hips while walking between them. Finding the opportunity too easy, Lukas easily grabbed them, and stuck them deep into each soldier’s side. Their groans did not bother him. It had started to become music to his ears. He smiled with an ominous feeling of power, and sliced their bellies open before watching them fall to the floor before him.
In a state of madness Lukas dropped the knives and chuckled erratically out of breath. He can’t recall much after that, only vague memories of shots being fired at him once outside in the dark, and that lifting his arms blocked bullets by forming an invisible shield. He remembers confusion when looking up, noticing he was unharmed, except for a shot to his left arm. The excessive use of his newly manifested Noble Arm made him pass out from exhaustion. Vague memories of people scrambling to take him away carries into flashes of street lights, and the inside of a makeshift ambulance.
What followed was indeed ten times, if not more, worse. For three more years he was interrogated, experimented on, groomed, brainwashed and tortured, in between honest attempts at honing his NA powers. He cooperated as much as his personal agenda allowed him. His personal agenda was simply to keep anything he could, to himself. Anything at all. He played around with half truths to hone his deceiving ability, which seemed to please his new commander. The two formed a complicated bond, as none lowered their guard, while also finding a twisted form of familiarity in each other. He was forced to call him “Dad”, “Father,” or “Sir”. The terrifyingly cunning man was there to make sure Lukas was well trained, content, and within their grasp, under their control. Lukas grew bitter and resentful, yet strived for the small amounts of approval he could only get from his “Father.”
It was at 19 years old Lukas settled with and accepted he was to be a weapon. An agent. A spy. Assassin. Tool. Following orders was his reason to live. He got so used to surviving the game that he stopped caring whether it was for bad or good. He went on undercover missions that lasted for weeks, months and one time, almost a year. He was celebrated to the point of jealousy from his peers. No one of them truly liked Lukas. He was more alone than ever, and material goods stopped pleasing him. At age 22 he was sent on his biggest mission yet. It was a long term mole operation, where Lukas was meant to be a spy for the enemy. Double agency. Lukas never got any real friends because of this, which worked for both sides.
Now Lukas Lightbringer is only waiting for a signal. A message. The 25 year old internally hopes to be free one day, or to have someone nicer to be his superior.
Current Goal: Escape slavery
Black cell Rank: Covert Operative
Optional:
Knowledgeable; after years of espionage Lukas has intel on many things some people would kill to know.
